FEASTS OF MARTYRS AND OTHER HOLY DAYS. O Saviour, may our portion be With those who gave themselves to Through all eternity to sing[ Thee,
All praise to Thee the Martyrs' King. Amen.
We therefore pray Thee, LORD of Love,
Regard us from Thy Throne above; On this Thy Martyr's triumph- day Wash every stain of sin away.
All praise to GOD the FATHER be, All praise, Eternal Son, to Thee, Whom with the SPIRIT we adore For ever and for evermore. Amen.
" Be thou faithful unto death, and I will 443 give thee a crown of life."
FOR man the Saviour shed His all- atoning Blood, And oh, shall ransomed man refuse To suffer for his GOD? Ashamed who now can be To own the Crucified? Nay, rather be our glory this, To die for Him Who died.
So felt Thy Martyr, LORD; By Thy right hand sustained, He waged for Thee the battle's strife, And threatened death disdained.
Upon the golden crown
Gazing with eager breath, He fought as one who fain would die, And, dying, conquer death.
Alone he stood unmoved Amid his cruel foes; Oh, wondrous the might that ther Above his torturers rose! LORD, give us grace to bear Like him our cross of shame, To do and suffer what Thou wilt, For love of Thy dear Name. JESU, the King of Saints, We praise Thee and adore, 1 Who art with GOD the FATHER ONE And SPIRIT evermore. Amen.
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YE servants of our glorious King, To Him your thankful praises bring; And tell the deeds that grace has done, The triumphs by His Martyrs won. Since they were faithful to the last, Their holy struggles now are past; The bitterness of death is o'er, And theirs is bliss for evermore. The flame might scorch, the knife lay bare,
And cruel'beasts their members tear; No powers of earth, no powers of hell The souls that loved their LORD could quell.
For ever broken is the chain That sought to bind them, but in vain: O let us strive like them to win Our freedom from the bonds of sin.
" Clothed with white robes, and palms in 445 their hands."
PALMS of glory, raiment bright, Crowns that never fade away,
Gird and deck the Saints in light, Priests, and kings, and conquerors they.
Yet the conquerors bring their palms To the LAMB amidst the Throne, And proclaim in joyful psalms Victory through His Cross alone.
Kings their crowns for harps resign, Crying, as they strike the chords, " Take the Kingdom, it is Thine, King of kings, and LORD of lords."
Round the Altar Priests confess, If their robes are white as snow, Twas the Saviour's Righteousness, And His Blood, that made them so. They were mortal too like us: 0, when we like them must die, May our souls translated thus Triumph, reign, and shine on high. Amen.
I reckon that the sufferings of this pre sent time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us."
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ОH! what, if we are CHRIST'S, Is earthly shame or loss? Bright shall the crown of glory be When we have borne the cross.
Keen was the trial once, Bitter the cup of woe, When martyred Saints, baptized in blood,
CHRIST's sufferings shared below:
Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, Where, on the bosom of their GOD, They rest in perfect love.
LORD, may that grace be ours, Like them in faith to bear All that of sorrow, grief, or pain May be our portion here;
Enough if Thou at last
The word of blessing give, And let us rest beneath Thy feet, Where Saints and Angels live. All glory, LORD, to Thee,
Whom heaven and earth adore: To FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST, ONE GOD for evermore. Amen.
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